On a hot summer day, a thirsty crow was searching for water. After long he found water in a narrow pot that was half filled. The crow even on extending its neck full length, could not reach the water.

He recollected how his ancestor had carried pebbles into a pot to make the water rise. In a modern clean city, he could not find rocks nearby.

He was not going to give up, he spotted the waste bin. He returned to the pot with a straw. He knows he can soon quench his thirst.

The crow updated with time!

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